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Bits and Pieces From an Upcoming Micro Fiction Book.

  • 0 A Weekend from College

    Image by Sorin Gheorghita She stopped abruptly, listening intently. She heard it again, clearly human, several feet into the woods alongside the half dirt, half gravel road. Her stomach tightening, she clung to the straps of her backpack, frozen in fear. She dared not breathe but quickly realized she had to. Her car, broken down two and a half miles behind her, could offer no refuge. Grandma’s house, still three miles ahead, wasn’t any better. Between the two places, nothing but woods and more woods. Visiting grandma, who refused to leave her childhood home in the mountains, had seemed like a good break from the usual college routine. It would have done some good for grandma to see another human being for a change. Whether or not that could still happen was now in doubt.

  • 0 The Vacant Hallway: Part 01

    Image by Mihai Lazar The drive to that long-vacant house had been long. Now, standing in the hallway, jaws clenched, memories flooding back, goose pimples on his arms, he struggled to control his breath, pulse, and the visions in his head. As the years rolled by, he'd kept the power connected and paid the water bill.  He needed the house he hated and the memories he didn't want.  It was who he was, what he was, what he'd always be. He saw it all, heard it all, and relived every minute of it, right there in that hallway. Within minutes, lips quivering and eyes fluttering, he knew the time had come. He'd have to turn around and face the four-hour drive. It was time to kill again.

  • 0 Barefoot After Midnight

    Image by Akshay Chauhan  The first time I saw her was at three o’clock in the morning, inside a twenty-four-hour grocery store, as she stood in the wine section, barefoot - and alone.  Other than the smiling hippie running the cash register, the place was deserted. In such a situation, most men, I’m sure, would have seen an opportunity for some adventure. I harbored no such thoughts. Being the gentleman I am, with no ulterior motive whatsoever, I approached her to offer my assistance.  A barefoot woman, inside a twenty-four-hour grocery store, at three o’clock in the morning. What could go wrong?

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